Dazzled by Gratitude
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My friend argues with him over breakfast each morning. One morning he tells us that the reason he likes working in
On the way to the airport later that week, a couple of us are waiting outside a hotel in the van. Julie, our coordinator is standing by the door with Abdul, the driver. Harry has slept in. He comes running out and throws a couple of bags in the back. Then he drops a lumpy plastic bag and a pair of shiny black leather shoes by the door of the van and says quickly, “These are for you, Abdul.”
Julie and George turn to watch him as he races back to the hotel.
”Is he giving these to Abdul?” asks Julie, slowly pulling out two shirts and a pair of jogging pants.
“I think so,” I reply. “He’s a bit flustered because he’s late.”
“And the shoes?” inquires Julie, holding them up.
“Seems so,” I nod, as Julie hands then to Abdul
As Harry brings out the last of his bags, Abdul is waiting by the door of the van to thank him and shake his hand. Harry is in a rush as he jumps in the van and doesn’t notice so Abdul just says his thank you.
‘No problem,” responds Harry, snapping in his seat belt.
“Abdul said it feels like Xmas”, I comment.
A huge grin lights up Harry’s face as the warmth of the gratitude dazzles him and we all laugh.
Still what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled
To cast aside the weight of facts
And maybe even to float a little above this difficult world
I want to believe I am looking into the white fire of a great mystery
I want to believe imperfections are nothing
That the light is everything
That it is more than the sum of each flawed blossom rising and falling
And I do --Rumi
Photos: Kids at window; Kids with blue cloth; Kids at Kinoni